it’s ragin’ in the whole of us, like firespots fresh from the sun this aggression’s getting heavy, so close in, tune up everyone

[chorus:] i’m hopin’, and i’m walking and i heard you call my name there’s still time to go, out alone but i feel so free, it seems to be that swansong in my head hey it’s 1989!

i remember, standing on the roof, in new york, it was summertime below the streets, fell thick in rage, we smiled than began to fight

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i’m walkin’ and i’m talkin’, but the truth is up ahead hey we’re not to go, anywhere we’re busy playin’ games and still that swansong’s in my head hey it’s time to fly south!

it’s a sure time, when it’s your time gotta feeling, and i’m reeling the sky is dark and you put your hand in mine there’s some people at the corner, but i didn’t know what to say if demands decide your fate the only thing to do is wait, and keep your spirits high keep your spirits high, no, that ain’t no lie, this swansong has to end!